Harry listened to Richard Silver, and his eyes saw the dead snake on the door again, and he suddenly understood.

"He's talking about Parseltongue?"

"Good. Dumbledore nodded, smiling. "You finally get the idea. ”

At this time, the man in the ragged shirt ignored Richard Silver, who was still approaching Ogden with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other.

"What do you want to do?" said Richard Silver as he reached for his wand.

"Hey, don't—" Ogden was about to speak, but it was too late: there was a loud thud, and Ogden fell to the ground, his hand pinching his nose, and a disgusting yellow, slimy thing poured out from between his fingers.

"Richard, this is the Gaunt family, and it's no one's turn to give orders, not even you. The scruffy man with the knife said viciously.

"You'll pay for it, Moffin!" said Richard Silver smirked angrily, his wand pointed at the scruffy man, who had a look of fear on his arrogant face.

"Richard, what do you want to do to my son!" a voice shouted.

An elderly man hurried out of the wooden house, slammed the door behind him, and the dead snake swayed pitifully from side to side. The man was a little shorter than the one he had been, and he was oddly shaped, disproportionately long: his shoulders were too broad, his arms were too long, and with his sparkling brown eyes, short, stiff head, and a wrinkled face, he looked like a fierce old monkey. He walked over and stood next to the man with the knife, and when the man with the knife saw the man coming, he grew emboldened and laughed at Richard and Ogden.

"Your son attacked a Ministry of Magic employee in front of me, and I'm about to take the necessary measures. Richard's face had already retracted his anger.

"It's not your turn, Richard. The older man said rudely, "My son is not yet your turn to discipline him." ”

"From the Ministry, huh?" the older man asked, turning his head to Ogden.

"Exactly!" Ogden said angrily, wiping his face. "I suppose you're Mr. Gaunt, aren't you?"

"That's right. "He hit you in the face, didn't he?"

"Yes!" said Ogden, unhappily.

"You ought to have let us know first, didn't you?" said Gaunt in a domineering manner, "this is private territory. You walked in with such a swagger, can my son not act in self-defense?"

"What does he have to defend himself?" Ogden struggled to his feet. Said.

"Some nosy relatives, robbers who break into private homes, and of course Muggles and garbage. Oka said pointedly.

Ogden's nose was still dripping with yellow pus, and he pointed his wand at himself, and they stopped instantly. Mr. Gaunt pouted and said to Morfin:

"Go into the house and don't talk too much. ”

This time Harry was mentally prepared. I heard his parseltongue. He understood the meaning, and he made out the strange hissing sound that Ogden could hear. Morfin seemed to be about to make a few excuses, but his father glared at him fiercely, and he changed his mind, and walked slowly towards the wooden house with strange, staggering steps, and slammed the door back when he entered. The snake swayed pitifully again.

"I've come to meet your son, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, wiping the last bbit of yellow pus from the placket of his shirt, "that was Morfin?"

"Ah, that's Morfin. "Are you a pure-blood?" the old man said nonchalantly, "are you a pure-blood?" he asked, his attitude suddenly becoming so aggressive.

"Not on either side. Ogden said coldly.

Gaunt narrowed his eyes and stared at Ogden's face. In an obviously deliberately offensive tone, he muttered, "Now that I look back, I did see your nose like that in Muggle villages." ”

"I have no doubt about that, since your son attacks them so casually," said Ogden, "perhaps we can go into the house and talk?"

"Come in?" said Gaunt in a strange tone, not looking at Ogden, but at Richard Silver.

"Yes. Mr. Gaunt. I have already sued you. I'm here for Morfin's business. We sent an owl—"

"Owls are of no use to me. "I never read letters." ”

"Then you can't complain and say you didn't know someone was coming. Ogden said bitterly, "I'm here to deal with a serious violation of wizarding laws that happened in the early hours of this morning—"

Richard Silver coughed loudly.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Gaunt roared, "just go to the damn house, then you will be much more comfortable!"

The house appears to have three small rooms, with the large room in the middle serving as a kitchen and living room, and two doors leading to the other rooms. Muffin sat in a dirty armchair by the smoky fire, fiddling with a small live viper between his thick fingers.

There was the sound of slow footsteps in the corner beside the open window, and Harry realized that there was another person in the room, a girl, and the tattered grey dress she wore was the color of the dirty stone wall behind her. She stood by a steaming saucepan on a soot-laden stove, looking for something in the pile of filthy pots and pots on the shelves above the stove. Her straight head was dull, her face was pale, her appearance was mediocre, and her expression was very melancholy.

"My daughter, Merope. Gaunt saw Ogden looking at the girl inquiringly, and reluctantly introduced.

"Good morning. Ogden said.

The girl did not reply, but gave her father a panicked look, and then quickly turned her back and continued to fiddle with the pots and pots on the shelves.

"All right, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, "let's get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son Morfin had cast a spell in front of a Muggle late last night. ”

The bang was deafening. Merope knocked a jar to the ground.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her, "what, get on the ground like a filthy Muggle and look for it, what are you wand for, you big bale of waste?"

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